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Diary

Richard Madeley’s diary: Forgetting Tom Conti’s name, and other harrowing experiences

It’s a sort of self-fulfilling nervous tic — a phobia, almost

22 November 2014

9:00 AM

22 November 2014

9:00 AM

Oh God, it’s happened again. Another evening where I’m surrounded by people I know personally or have interviewed, and I can’t remember a single name. Multiple blanks. It’s a sort of self-fulfilling nervous tic — a phobia, almost. We were at a fundraiser at our kids’ former school in north London.

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